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DP/30: Director Tony Scott, Unstoppable

5 Responses to “DP/30: Director Tony Scott, Unstoppable”

  1. quizkid8279 says:

    Wow, did Jeff Wells write the home-page blurb about this video?

  2. The Pope says:

    David,
    Thanks for reminding us of this interview. A jovial, soft spoken fellow who seems to have lived as much as he could when he could. I’m reading he had been diagnosed with inoperable brain cancer, so perhaps he could not face such a decline in activity. Thoughts to his wife and kids and his last surviving brother, Ridley.

    His first short film, an adaptation of Ambrose Bierce’s One of the Missing is available to view here.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0cAi8LKXnM

  3. K. Bowen says:

    David, I love your breakdown of the Dargis tribute on the front page. You hit the right highlights. And yes, Dargis gets Tony Scott.

  4. David Poland says:

    KB – Ray Pride gets credit for that.

  5. James Westby says:

    Ray Pride RULES.

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